Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Oh Lord, forgive me for my lusty, unfaithful thoughts!
I want this house. I want it so badly I can taste it, like drywall dust in the back of my throat.
I know I have the little bungalow, and of course she's pretty and all... she has nice columns and stained glass... but... I'm dreaming of a sexy, yellow behemoth with missing radiators and gooey staircase-carpet and plexiglass-covered windows.
Is it really my fault? Am I to blame???
Look how cute she was as a baby drawing, plans and materials all for sale in a kit by Sears:
Argh, I AM WEAK!